Return of the Pearl

Qianlong stood there, his face as gloomy as the inky black sky before a storm, which was daunting. His heart was filled with anger and worry, surging like a raging sea. He was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

For him, this decision was too difficult. He fell into the quagmire of deep pain and struggle, unable to extricate himself. Time was like the quietly flowing sand, passing by minute by minute. In a blink of an eye, it was afternoon. The sun shone through the clouds, but it could not dispel the haze in Qianlong's heart. He was still immersed in endless pain and entanglement.

Altai strode into the room with an arrogant stride. His hawk-like eyes were fixed on Xiao Yun, who was tied to the bed. A disgusting and obscene light instantly flashed in his eyes, like a hungry wolf spotting its prey, full of greed and vulgarity.

He approached Xiao Yun step by step, neither hurried nor slow, with a smug look on his face at every step, extremely arrogant, as if announcing his so-called "victory" to the whole world.

Xiao Yun closed her eyes tightly, her face full of despair and helplessness. Her heart was filled with fear, but underneath the fear, she was also extremely determined. She was ready to die, even at the cost of her life, she would never let her innocence be tarnished by this evil villain. She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that a miracle would happen so that she could get rid of this terrible fate and escape from this endless abyss.

The atmosphere in the room was indeed extremely dull and depressing, making people feel as if they were tightly bound by an invisible force. Breathing became difficult, as if an invisible big hand was tightly strangling their throats.

The oppressive atmosphere was as thick as ink, which could not be dissolved at all. It seemed that even the air was condensed in one place and did not move at all.

Outside the window, although the bright sunlight tried its best to penetrate the clouds and shine down, it could not bring any light or warmth to the dark scene. It was as if the sunlight was completely swallowed up by the darkness and had no effect at all in this depressing environment.

Altai had already started to take off his clothes. His movements were very quick and he quickly took off his outer robe. The robe fell to the ground like a light fallen leaf, as if silently telling of his sins.

At this moment, a sense of determination surged in Xiao Yun's heart like a surging sea. Her eyes flashed with a determined light, as bright as the stars. She resolutely pulled out the hairpin that had been pinned on her forehead. The hairpin flashed a faint but dazzling light under the sunlight. She held the hairpin tightly in her hand, and then, very slowly, placed it on her neck.

"Don't come over! If you dare to take another step forward, I will die in front of you immediately! If I die, you will no longer be able to use me to threaten Hongli!" Xiao Yun used all her strength to roar at the top of her lungs. The voice seemed to break through the sky, carrying endless grief and determination. Her eyes were full of determination and firmness, as cold as the stars in the cold night, and as unshakable as an unshakable rock.

However, Altai showed an expression of disapproval. He was certain that the woman in front of him would never really commit suicide. In his opinion, this was just a little trick she was pretending to play. He just wanted to have some fun and play with her wantonly. Therefore, he completely ignored Xiao Yun's warning and did not care. He still approached Xiao Yun step by step in a swaggering and unscrupulous manner.

Xiao Yun didn't hesitate at all. At that moment, she stabbed the hairpin into the vein in her neck with lightning speed. In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, quickly dyeing her clothes red.

However, Xiao Yun seemed to be unaware of it and could not feel the piercing pain at all. Her eyes were as firm as a rock, and her determination was evident.

However, Qianlong in the county government office suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck. The pain was so sudden and unbearable, as if countless sharp knives were cutting and pulling his neck wantonly. He could even clearly feel the blood gushing out like a flood, and the warm liquid flowing on his skin, bringing a suffocating touch.

He knew very well that his Yun'er must be injured and was experiencing tremendous pain that ordinary people could hardly imagine. This realization made his heart feel like it had fallen into an ice cellar, cold and desperate.

Endless worry and anxiety surged in his heart, as if millions of ants were gnawing at his heart. He seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible force, which was so strong that he could not break free or breathe. He felt that he was about to be overwhelmed by the pain, and his vision became blurred, as if the world was collapsing and moving away from him.

Qianlong's mind was as clear as a mirror. He knew everyone was anxiously awaiting his order to lay siege to the Altai residence. However, how could he remain indifferent to Yun'er's safety? Caught between these two dilemmas, he was filled with intense struggle and deep pain.

However, in the end, Qianlong made up his mind. He resolutely made a choice and chose Yun'er. His low and firm voice sounded like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart. He gave an order to let the secret guards do their best, even if it means paying a huge price, even if it means facing tragic sacrifice, they must bring Yun'er back safely. This order is full of his inseparable affection for Yun'er, and also shows his responsibility and commitment as an emperor.

When everyone heard Qianlong's words, they didn't say much, but just stood there quietly with serious expressions on their faces. They looked at Qianlong silently, understanding the emotions behind his decision.

At the same time, Altai watched the blood gushing out of Xiao Yun's artery. He was really scared. He had never thought that a weak woman could have such a strong and resolute behavior.

He hurriedly picked up the outer robe he had just taken off, turned around and left in a hurry, and immediately called a doctor to treat Xiao Yun's wound. He was terrified and really afraid that Xiao Yun would die like this.

Because if she died, he would lose an important bargaining chip that could be used to threaten the emperor. This woman is really an ancestor. She must be worshipped. It's really unlucky! Afterwards, Altai turned around and vented his anger to others, as if only in this way could he slightly calm his inner anxiety and boredom.